We have such a short growing season here in New England, you’ve got to take advantage of all the fresh fruits and vegetables we have available while you can. Farmers markets and road side stands are everywhere. Everything is organic and super fresh.
I usually go to the farmers’ market in Newburyport on Sunday morning (9-1 in The Tannery parking lot). There is something so tranquil about starting my week off by waking up early, putting the top down on the car and taking off.
If I arrive early enough, I can get a great parking spot with the ocean on one side and a sea of white canvas tents on the other.
My senses take over immediately. The hearty scent of breakfast sandwiches made from organic meats, cheeses and freshly laid eggs fried perfectly in a well-seasoned cast iron skillet and placed between a warm, buttery crescent.
The smell of the just cut herbs and fresh brewed coffee. The vibrant colors of the fruits and vegetables harvested earlier that morning. The crisp lettuces and colorful swiss chard. The sound of the chickens and turkeys on display to promote shared farms.
Trays of baked bread rounds covered in sweet cheese and berries. Handmade pastas made with herbs, cheese and wine. Catch of the day seafood and grass fed beef. Local wines and jars of marinated goat cheese.
There are also many talented artisans selling their handmade sterling jewelry embellished with polished stones or sea glass in the beautiful, frosty tones of blues, greens and browns, typically found along the New England coastline.
I see the same two chefs there each week. In their crisp, white linen jackets, carrying their canvas totes questioning the vendors about what’s “good” today. I always have the urge to follow them to see what they create. I’m not a stalker. Really.
I could spend the entire day going from booth to booth, and back again. For me, it’s therapeutic. It’s a beautiful way to start my week. Fresh fruits and vegetables for lunches and dinners, grown locally. Meats raised organically and humanely. There’s nothing better during the Summer. I will miss is terribly when the snow flies.
Do yourself a favor. Find a local farmers’ market. Buy a fresh cup of coffee and a breakfast sandwich. Take a leisurely walk around and let your senses take it all in just once before the Summer is gone.